The Death of Death
I think I might be taking death in too much of a trivial way.
Its hard to know what to say when someone close to you calls you up and tells you that a non-mutual friend of theirs has died.
"I'm sorry". "I love you".
That's about all I can come up with.
I explained to Kara that perhaps the reason I take death so lightly is because I'm so close to it.
When your doctor tells you that he wants to put you on a different drug, and that this specific drug has had a low amount, but still an amount, of sudden death....you tend to wake-up. Most people I think would take death more seriously.....I take life more seriously.
I've discussed previous to this post the fact that I choose to celebrate life rather than mourn death, but it needs to be re-iterated....so there it is.
I've never cried at a funeral.....not at either of my grandparents', thought I was young.....and not at my friend's in high school. I guess I've just never seen the point really. It's not that I'm not sad, I am, 'cause I'll be missing all the moments that could've been. I would just rather be happy for what we DID have. So many people have gone in and out of my life that if I mourned all of them I would be sad all the time.
Don't get me wrong, if one of my parents/grandparents/best friends were to die. I'd like to think I would be balling, but that I'd recover and try to make those that miss them as much as I do, happy.
All of this could be complete bullshit, but I don't think so. Death just hasn't affected me in either frequency or amount of pain inflicted as much as it has other people I guess.
post by The Mix at 11:12 PM 5 A flats
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